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F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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- t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e -
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"I believe man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
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He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures
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has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul,
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a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
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The poet's, the writer's duty is to write about these
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things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting
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his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honour and
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hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which
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have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not
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merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props,
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the pillars to help him endure and prevail."
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- William Faulkner, from his acceptance speech for the
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Nobel Prize for literature, 1949
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turbulence
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Oceans whistling through a thumbtack cul-de-sac
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Feigning joy, I really ate my hat
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Effusing blood like so much dead life
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I coughed, blinked, looked up, and it was gone
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So tired of the same day-ins and -outs
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Silver velvet lining; pearlescent pride
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A facade; for insurmountable insecurities
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Cynicism hidden by the fog
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Let me cough out my insides
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Feel free to run, but you can't hide
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There is no antivenin
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For lost time
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(You can't fix wasted time)
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Is there a reason
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That I persist?
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History repeats itself
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I'm not enjoying this
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And if today sucked
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And yesterday was quite its twin
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What's to indicate
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That tomorrow I can win?
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And if I cut open
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My left eye
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So that you could see inside
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Would you be frightened at the disarray;
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Ramshackle lean-to holly spray?
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Or would you find what I cannot:
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Value/essence long forgot?
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An innocence once pure, now maimed
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Mutated by toxins, discolored by stains
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The blood would gush
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In cascading floods
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No one cut it
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But still it runs
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Cold like ice
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And hot like Hell
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Viscously thin
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It's just as well
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And twice as poor
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With three times the bite
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Show me the jump,
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And I just might.
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agrajag
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fading in and out
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i'm drunk on nothing in particular
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on a little bit of this and some of that
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and a whole lot of nothing
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and i'm stuck here again
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in this pit of disillusion
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broken bones and drunkedness confusion
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wish i knew what it was to be a kid
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try to live it again and again
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but every time i try
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i can't handle it
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and i wonder why
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i'm back to being alone again
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and i can't fucking stand it anymore
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and i just wanna blow up
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and take everyone down with me
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no resolution
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no reason
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no anything anymore
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no...
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boogah
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To hold, body,mind,soul
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is to
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hold a new world
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in rapture
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caress a mans body
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with hands, breath, and toungue
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Discovery
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to a new world
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Desire flows through
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every nerve
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lips so sensuous
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so soft
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There is only heat
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in the touch
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electrical, magnetic, powerful
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Magic
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Release all inhibition
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let it flow
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let discovery take you
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to a new world
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of rapture
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Blaise..
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twice
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Spoon fed me sugar, Coated lies
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That went with ease like honey, So sweet
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The very hand that caused the pain extended
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To the arms sought salvation in.
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Made this little girl grow up,
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Now experienced in the art of love
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Hand in hand with betrayal and shame
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A scorned woman I've become
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Numb from your actions
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Deaf from you lies
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Blind to those passionate eyes
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Its funny how the taste of honey no longer lingers
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Sweet but bitter in my mouth
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bluerose
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cockeyed
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a cockeyed optimist:
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when the sky is a bright canary yellow
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i forget every cloud i've ever seen
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so they call me a cockeyed optimist
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immature and incurably green
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i have heard people rant and rave and bellow
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that we're done and we might as well be dead
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but i'm only a cockeyed optimist
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and i can't get it into my head
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i see the human race
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is falling on its face
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and hasn't very far to go
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but every whippoorwill
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is selling me a bill
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and telling me it just ain't so
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i could say life is just a bowl of jello
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and appear more intelligent and smart
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but i'm stuck like a dope
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with a thing called hope
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and i can't get it out of my heart
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not this heart
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a cockeyed pessimist:
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when the sky is a dark and dreary yellow
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i forget any time i've ever been
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anything other than miserable
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insecure and incurably mean
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i have heard people rant about the weather
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say it's grey and they'd rather be in bed
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but i'm nothing if i'm not miserable
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with a cloud living over my head
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i see the human race
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a smile upon its face
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i think of all that they don't know...
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however they are still
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despite their lack of will
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going wherever time may go
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i could say life is just a bowl of drano
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and appear more immune to things that smart
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but i'm stuck without hope
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in the land of dope
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and i can't get it out of my heart
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not this heart
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sarikei
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PASSIONATE ROUTINE
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i cannot tell which side of your face
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i like best. symmetry has its flaws.
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and it has its museum-portrait quality.
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when midnight moon settles on your
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sleepy side, it illuminates a weary
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smile. i can only admire it because
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if i awake you, it will fade, you will
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turn over and clouds will bury the moon.
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another fresh dawn highlights your
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eager side. this smile differs from
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last night's expression. i am secure
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in this morning's moment. and i lean
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down to shade the sun from your eyes
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while i revive those lips with a kiss.
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and as i reach your face, my mouth
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becomes filled with cotton fibers.
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Indiana Poet April 29, 1998
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quiet noise
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static depression my emotional link
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almost just, the need to rethink
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seduction of crime, and being alone
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more pure feeling, i can't condone
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steady rejection my blanket at night
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a single reason to give up my fight
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mea_culpa
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(c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author.
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997
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